“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(“With all of her mental and physical challenges, my wife could still write a poem of humble thanks to the earth. Amazing!” Such was my first thought when I found this poem. Jane loved physical life with a deep, intuitive and psychic innocence then—and she still does. I don’t see how she can express that earthly love more clearly, simply, and beautifully than she does here. Yet, to me this poem also contains many other layers of meaning:)

I’ve done the best I could
with thy sweet heritage of blood,
one creature like all the rest
born from your power and benevolence,
graced to share in what you are
for your love’s multiplication
knows no prejudice,
so let me humbly state my thanks

[...] Her Rembrandt is her great and most welcome gift to me, and leaves me humbled indeed. [...]

[...] There are, and I do not want to shock you, individuals who quite humbly and sincerely, do the best that they can. [...]

[...] The biggest secret that this one has over there, (Arnold), if you will forgive me, is a deep feeling of inferiority that is disguised sometimes as humbleness. [...]

[...] The doctors or priests humbly stated their problems verbally and through ritualistic dancing, and then requested the help of the animal — so that the animals were not sacrificed, in those terms, nor taken advantage of. [...]

[...] You stand up well for yourself within certain limits, and then you become humble. [...]

[...] I do however insist that in my not too humble way, I can do something to set you right. [...]

[...] I have said often that I am not humble, in your terms. [...]

[...] A most humbling suggestion for my wife and me — we’ve always prided ourselves on making our own way.

[...] The courageous acquiescence of his death made us feel humble and ignorant — and in awe of nature’s mysteries — because certainly Willy died with a kind of absolute trust that people find most difficult to achieve. [...]

If you are highly talented in any way, play the talent down or be extremely humble in its performance or expression, because other people will envy you, or be afraid of you, or try to drag you down “to their own level.”

[...] There was a life in Arabia, a poor and humble one, and one much more recently in the Midwest of this country; as a woman.

[...] I insist upon an honest, humble and proud acceptance of your own relationship with the universe, and an acceptance of your responsibility in it.

[...] The rocks cannot speak words that you hear, and you do not listen when your cells speak to you, and so I speak humbly for them, and translate for you the archaeology of your own being.

A serious and humble consideration of the man’s problems, which are very difficult indeed, should help clear up the envy.

[...] However, I’ve learned that contending with the light of the universe can be a humbling task indeed….)

[...] I will also, if I may, congratulate the writer of the newspaper article, even though my own name was nowhere mentioned, for it goes without saying that I am indeed truly humble.

It also humbled some, denying them the comfort of social position and belongings at least momentarily, and brought them face to face with others of varying backgrounds with whom they would not have become acquainted otherwise.

You are getting your first very small lesson in, what I will humbly call, multidimensional communication. [...]

[...] The scene was lit by strong sunlight from my left, so that long shadows were cast to the right by the humble can.

[...] My experience in female lives varied from that of a plain Dutch spinster to a courtesan at the time of the biblical David, to several existences as a humble mother with children.

[...] So from nine until nearly midnight, there we are — humble listeners. [...]

I felt pretty humble when the whole thing was over. [...]